Secrets in the Storm by Cindy M. Hogan

Author:Cindy M. Hogan [Hogan, Cindy M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: O'neal Publishing
Published: 2017-01-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

I only had to go across the large lobby and down the first hallway to find room 102. There had been a picture with a gold plaque above a set of dark brown doors. We hadn’t been able to see what had been on the plaque, but I would bet money it had read 102 before it got burned.

Now I would wait. If there was a bomb inside the room, I would need my toolkit from my go bag to disarm it and Jeremy had that.

No light came from under the door, and the small frosted panes of glass revealed only a spare light filtering through them. They were too late. The judge had cleared his courtroom early today thanks to the storm. Both good and bad, I thought. Then a dark shape inside the room moved toward the door, and I stepped to the side. The figure slithered out of the room. He wasn’t much taller than me, but I could tell from the fit of his clothes that he was fit. His black hair and brown skin contrasted with his khakis and white button-up. The sleeves were rolled up, past his elbows and he moved with light, silent feet.

Had he just planted the bomb? But why? No one was in there. Maybe he had retrieved the bomb to plant it another day because of the storm. If there was a bomb in there, how had it gotten past the metal detectors? Was there a way to create a plastic bomb now? If there was, I hadn’t heard of it. I couldn’t deny, however, that there were always ways to get around metal detectors. I was hoping Jeremy was doing that this very moment.

He seemed not to even notice me as he headed back toward the large lobby area. I acted quickly, sweeping his legs out from under him with a swift kick, taking advantage of the empty hall. His hands flew out to brace himself, but not fast enough. He hit the floor with a thud, but in a resilient move, immediately pushed up with his hands. I slipped my foot under him and shoved him over to his back. He gasped as I dug my knee into his gut. It was a satisfying sound. His hands flew to my leg, and I restrained them in two seconds flat, using my scarf. Thank heavens I’d used that in my disguise. I figured he wouldn’t call out because it would give him away, and I was right. He did struggle and kick, though. It took all my strength to pull the wiggling mass down the hall.

If anyone exited one of the courtrooms or entered the hallway, I would be in trouble. It was obvious, after all, that I shouldn’t be dragging someone down the hall. I could knock this guy out easily, but I needed to talk to him. I yanked him down the hallway toward the clerks’ offices. I passed one because I heard voices inside. After giving a quick listen to the next door and then rapping on it, I tried it.

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